The computer world moves fast, too fast for me to keep up. My formerly expert skills had fast become obsolete. At 43, I was laid off and unable to find a new job. Unemployment was running out so I began to get desperate. In a last gasp of fading hope, I applied for a teaching position. It didn't pay much more than unemployment, but that was running out in three more weeks anyway.

Jobs around children never interested me for several reasons. First, they don't pay for shit, which is an interesting commentary on our society's priorities right there. Second, I don't trust myself around them. I don't know why, but I am attracted to little girls. Maybe it was the little four year old daughter of a woman who babysat me, who had the habit of running around naked when I was there. Maybe my mother let me take baths with my older sister too often. Maybe it was the baby pictures of my sister including a diaper change and bath that I found one day then I was 13 and horny. Maybe it's because the little girl from next door I used to play doctor with when I was six moved away just when it got interesting. Maybe I am just evil. Whatever reason, I am quite fucked. I'd rather not get raped and beaten to death in prison, so I have always kept my distance from the little monsters, until I had no choice.

They assigned me to some rat-hole middle school as a math and science teacher. They also put me in charge of the so called computer lab, which only had two ancient computers, neither of which worked. I managed to get one of the computers working using pieces from the other one. Even then, we only had dialup access to the internet.

I'm working in the lab after school when a little black girl comes in. The place is deserted. Most of the kids have better internet access on their cell phones. But I remember the girl from my 6th grade remedial math classes. She's got dreadlocks and is dressed in dirty jeans, a ratty t-shirt and a pair of broken down Nikes.

"Hello there. You're Yolonda, aren't you?" She just nods. "How can I help you?" She shrugs. "Well, ok, then."

She sits down next to me and watches me while try to upgrade the computer to Windows XP. The thing is hopelessly out of date and anything newer was out of the question. At the final reboot, the damn thing refuses to come up. I get so frustrated, I almost push the piece of junk off the table.

Finally, I turn to Yolonda and say "I hate computers." Sitting next to her, I noticed she needed a bath, in addition to some clean clothes. I also noticed I can see down her torn t-shirt and see one of her puffy little nipples. I try not to sprout any wood. "Don't you ever say anything?" I ask and she shakes her head and smiles. "Well, I am going to remember to call on you more in math class, then." She looks scared and I smile, "Just kidding." She looks relieved, "But, what can I help you with?" She shrugs again. Playing 20 questions with her is not improving my mood any. "Well, sorry the computer is broken. I have papers to grade. You can hang out if you want, I guess."

I go back to my desk and start grading some math quizzes. I eventually get to hers and she gets a 6/10 on it. It was just simple arithmetic. She seemed to have trouble with multiplication and no clue about division. I looked over at her and she is trying to start up the computer. I set it aside and keep going. When I finish the stack, I notice she has the computer up and running. 'Fuck me,' I think. She should apply for my last job as a computer tech.

"Yolanda, could you come here for a moment." She gets up from the computer after a couple of more clicks and comes over. "I've got your quiz here." She looks worried again. "Don't worry, you passed, but just barely." She smiles a bit. "Would you like some help with math? Maybe some afterschool tutoring?" I check my watch and it's only 4. "We could start now if you like?" She nods again and pulls up a chair.

"Where is your textbook?" I ask and she shrugs. I pull out my teacher's copy of her math textbook and go over the chapter on multiplication. She leans over the desk, giving me a good view of her developing chest. I also notice she doesn't seem to be wearing any underwear under her jeans, either. I put my hand on her hand at one point and am amazed at how smooth her skin is. I've never had a black girlfriend, nor many black friends, either. She seems to like all of the attention I am giving her. She even catches me looking down her shirt and doesn't cover up or say anything. It occurs to me that her never talking could come in very handy. I am sprouting quite a hard on under my desk by the time we're done. She's a smart kid, and picks up on the math pretty quick. I give her another quick quiz on multiplication and gets 9/10 on it.

"Very good, Yolonda!" I say when I finish grading it. "You only missed the hard one that we didn't really cover. It was really a division problem disguised as a multiplication problem. Don't worry, we'll get to that next. Should I use this score instead of the 6?" She smiles and nods and gives me a big hug, which I vaguely remembered is against school policy. Then I find out why.

Yolonda's hand falls to my hard cock and she gives it a squeeze. I moan. She leans forward and gives me a big kiss, slipping me some tongue as she massages my cock thru my slacks. I should put a stop to it right here, but, like I said, I'm evil.

It's after five and all the other teachers are gone. I get up, with my slacks full of hard cock and close and lock the computer lab door. When I come back to my desk, Yolanda unzips my slacks, pulling out my cock. She swallows it like a pro. I just lean back in my chair and let her suck me. She works my cock, sucking it deep, then coming up for air and licking the head while jacking the shaft with her little hands. My wife divorced me years ago and my latest girlfriend left when I lost my job last year. Neither of them was half as good as this little 11 year old black pedo-whore. I can't believe I am living one of my nastiest fantasies. As I get close, she seems to sense it and sucks my cock deep down her throat, sucking me like a Hoover. I explode like I never have before and do my best to drown her. She swallows it all without missing a drop.

She licks me clean as my cock wilts. I lean back spent and she gets up and grins at me, licking her spermy lips. "Oh My God, Yolonda. That was the best blow job I have ever had." She smiles at me and nods. I want to pick her up and return the oral favors, but she does kinda stink. I zip myself up and give her a big hug. As I pull her close to me, I can't believe how tiny and thin she is. I start to get hard again, but I hear the janitor making the rounds down the hall,

"Look," I say, "it's getting late." It's dark outside, too. "Can I give you a ride home?" She nods.

When we get to my car, I ask, "You live in the Columbia Projects, right?" I seem to remember that address from my class paperwork. She nods and climbs into my beat up pickup. As we leave the school, she slides over next to me and I put my arm around her. I feel her little titties thru her t-shirt as we drive and have an idea to extend the trip and my chance to feel her up. "You want some McDonalds?" She grins and nods quickly, then leans over and kisses me on the cheek. "Careful, someone will see us!" but I grin back. On the way to the local MickeyD's, she squeezes my hard cock again through my slacks, while I slide my hand down her shirt.

We separate when we get to the drive-thru. I get her a Happy Meal and I get a Quarter Pounder combo. I park on a dark deserted side street around the corner from McD's. She inhales her meal and most of my fries, too. When she is done, she gives me a long deep French kiss. I'm getting hard again as our tongues dance and I put my hand down her t-shirt again. As I squeeze her little puffy nipples, she starts to moan. I break our kiss long enough to look around, but all of the houses on this block look abandoned. All of the street lights are smashed out too.

I push her back and pull her t-shirt over her head. I lean down and suck on her little titties, tickling her tiny puffy nipples with my tongue. She moans loudly and unbuttons her jeans, pulling my hand down to her naked little snatch. Her pussy doesn't have a hair on it and is sopping wet. As I suck on one little tit bump, then the next, I slide my finger up and down her dripping slit. She slides down and kicks off her jeans and spreads her skinny legs, as I slip a finger deep inside her hot tight cunt. She is far from a virgin as her wet snatch easily takes my thumb then two fingers. She moans louder as I finger fuck this naked little 11 year old. If anyone finds us now, I'm dead. I come up for air and look around, but there is no one in sight. She takes the break as an opportunity to unzip me and suck my already throbbing hard cock deep in her mouth. Sliding my hand down her back, I find scars from where someone must have whipped her. Reaching her equally scarred ass, I slip two fingers up her dripping cunt again, then slide my thumb up her ass, too. She moans around my cock, almost making me cum. As I hand fuck her cunt and ass, she reaches down and plays with her little hard clit. I am very tempted to pick this little child whore up and drop her on my straining cock, but she is just that, a whore. I know I've done way too much already, on several levels, but I am not going to fuck her without a condom. My fingers slide deep into her welcoming ass and cunt in rhythm with her massaging my cock with her tonsils. Her blow job technique begins to falter as she gets closer to cumming herself. Her little fingers fly over her tiny engorged clit as I pump her fuck holes hard. Finally she gasps around my cock, going ridged, almost vibrating, and slamming her legs together as she cums hard. Her cunt and ass spasm around my fingers, which I shove as deep in her as I can. I love it when I make my lover cum, even or especially my little 11 year old nigger bitch. My cock explodes down her throat for the second time as I shove her head down around it. She coughs a couple of times, then swallows my second unbelievable load of the night, sucking me dry as her orgasm tapers off.

As she comes up for air grinning, I pull my fingers from her ass and cunt with almost a pop and wipe them on the McDonalds napkins. I look over and a little cum has leaked out of her mouth and drips onto her deliciously developing little tit. She takes the shit stained napkins out of my hand and wipes up the cum off her chest and chin as she continues to massage her clit with her other hand. The sight of this wanton child whore naked and masturbating in front of me, for me, makes me hard again. I stroke my cock myself as she pinches her little tits. In the gloom, I clearly see her glistening pink twat surrounded by all that smooth black skin. "Pull it open." I order her, and she does. Her little pussy is tiny, but her cunt is almost gaping. The inner lips are just pink little ridges, but her clit is huge for her age and sticks well out of its dark hood. She slides three fingers up her dripping cunt and fucks herself with one hand while rubbing that huge pink clit with the other. I lean back and watch the show as I stroke my hard cock. My cock is getting dry, but I don't care, I lick my hand and fist myself as she almost fists herself, too. It doesn't take much if this evil show to push me over the edge. Great looping streamers of cum leap out of my exploding cock, covering her with my sperm. Splatters land on her hair, face, tiny tits, and gaping cunt. I haven't cum this hard, or this often, since I was a teenager. She rubs my cum into her tits and cunt, pinching her tits as she rubs herself to another screaming orgasm.

We gasp for breath, coming down from our evil little game. We clean each other off with the few napkins left, taking our time to wipe her cunt carefully and thoroughly. She starts to moan again as I drop the napkins and rub her amazing hard clit. My cock is starting to rise to the occasion for an amazing fourth time, when another car pulls onto the street down the block, flashing us with its lights. I push her down as I start the truck as they come closer. I slowly turn the corner away from them as Yolonda's hot little mouth finds my cock again. As much as I would like to continue, it is getting late, almost 9, probably past Yolonda's bed time, as if she has one. The other car turns the other way and I pull over again. I hand Yolonda her clothes and she makes a face. "We better stop before we get caught." She nods and pulls on her dirty clothes as I zip up my pants. I look down and see the crotch of my pants stained with spit and cum. I won't mind a dry cleaning bill or two if this continues.

I stop at the entrance of the projects, but don't dare drive in. I have been warned by the other teachers that no white face gets out of there alive. I ask Yolonda if this is close enough and she nods. As she gets out I realize how cold it has gotten, but she doesn't have a jacket. "You gonna be ok?" I ask.

Yolonda nods. As she gets out of the truck, I notice a long streamer of cum down the back of her dreadlocks. Before I can warn her about it, she leans in the window and says, "Thanks, Mista Tayla" then runs off into the night.